dijous, 27 de juny del 2019

"DO YOU MIND WHAT YOU SEE?"
BEN AND BRUNO 



I undo  
When you look at me 
Do you know what you see  
I was born  
Blue loves  
Short history  
In my mothers light of me
I don't know  
Where I,  
I just want to see your face 
 In the fire 
 Or in the bright blue sky 
 I'll visit you  
With delight  
I'll lead this light 

 To have you right  
to feel for time  
Much to window to  
How much am I to buy  
I have found little peace  
Away from you  
O sour taste  
Has shifted to the missing of you
When you left  
I didn't think 
 I'd really cry but I did  
Love it holds 
 It held me 
 It held my dad 
 It was you

"100 GRIM REAPERS"
BEN AND BRUNO



One hundred grim reapers were there to see me
Oh, and they smiled so delicately
And the closest one he mentioned what they'd seen
Then he paused for a moment of glee

At the discretion of the others
Told me of the deaths of my friends
And as the frowns grew worse and worse
He recited a poem about my lust:

Here you see
That I will be
The grace the fear the fire that I have now
Where I am
Composer can
Can take it apart and destroy new things to be

And finally he whispered to me
I can tell you about the death of yourself
And just then the other ninety nine, they grabbed him
Before they covered his mouth he said
"Get used to it, get used to it."

"ANGEL OF SMALL DEATH 
& THE CODEINE SCENE"
HOZIER



 I watched the work of my kin, bold and boyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths

Freshly disowned, in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be
Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile
It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, ooh

In leash-less confusion, I wander the concrete
Wonder how better now having survived
The jarring of judgement and reason's defeat
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I'm alive

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

dimecres, 26 de juny del 2019

"TO BE ALONE"
HOZIER



Never feel too good in crowds
With folks around when they're playing
The anthems of rape, culture loud
Crude and proud creatures baying
All I've ever done is hide
From our times when you're near me
Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
I feel like a person for a moment of my life
But you don't know what hell you put me through
To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
To feel your weight in arms I'd never use
It's the god that heroin prays to
It feels good, girl, it feels good
It feels good, girl, it feels good
It feels good, girl, it feels good
To be alone with you
There are questions I can't ask
Now at last the worst is over
See the way you hold yourself
Reel against your body's borders
And I know that you hate this place
Not a trace of me would argue
Honey, we should run away, oh, someday
Our baby and her momma
And the damaged love she makes
But I don't know what else that I would do
Than try to kiss the skin that crawls from you
Than feel your weight in arms I'd never use
It's the god that heroin prays to
It feels good, girl, it feels good
It feels good, girl, it feels good
It feels good, girl, it feels good
To be alone with you
It feels good, girl, it feels good
It feels good, girl, it feels good
It feels good, girl, it feels good
To be alone with you

dissabte, 22 de juny del 2019

"THEIR PIE", MARK ORTON
BSO "NEBRASKA" (2013)



 Receptionist: Does he have Alzheimer's? 
David Grant: No, he just believes what people tell him.

dimecres, 19 de juny del 2019

"LAZY EYE"
FRUIT BATS 



 You are a diamond in the dirt
And you're the centipede who broke the camel's back
You didn't think I'd get hurt
Love burns a circle in the snow

You're frog eggs in the sky
That rain on the GWB
And the palisades
Love turns tripe into gold
Love burns a circle in the snow

Hey, you there with the lazy eye
Turn, turn it to me
Let me hear you say it one more time
You, you there with the lazy

Love turns tripe into gold
Love burns a circle in the snow

dimarts, 18 de juny del 2019

"DON'T YOU KNOW THAT"
FRUIT BATS 


Let's take it easy
on ourselves
Things aren't getting
any simpler
And the world will still turn
without us The sun will still shine
Don't you know that?
Don't you know that?
Let's take it easy
on our boy His skin's not getting
any thicker
And he'll be fine
off the fall
When it's time
He'll slide by Uncharred
Don't you know that?
Don't you know that?
(solo)
Then take it easy on yourself
You're not getting
any younger
And the moon
will still pull The tides without you
The stars will still shine
Don't you know that?
Don't you know that?
Don't you know that?

dilluns, 17 de juny del 2019

"MORNING IS MY GODMOTHER"
BILL CALLAHAN



Morning is my godmother
Loving me like no other
Yeah, morning is my godmother
Loving me like no other

She comes to me in the setting up
And the breaking down
She shows me what is infinite
And how it fits within the grasp of man

Yeah, morning is my godmother
Loving me like no other

Morning is my godmother
Loving me like no other

"747"
BILL CALLAHAN 



Is it going?

I woke up on a 747
Flying through some stock footage of heaven
This is the light right here
Before clouds bittersweet and with suggestion
This is the light
Bald and bold as baby crawling toward adulteration

There was blood when you were born
And the blood was wiped from your eyes
This must be the light you saw
That just left you screaming
And this must be the light you saw
Before our eyes could disguise true meaning
And this must be the light you saw
Just as you were leaving
Leaving

We walked on the moon
Like flies on a mule
We walked on the moon
Flaws in a jewel
We are flies on a mule
And we're good at what we do

diumenge, 16 de juny del 2019

"SHEPHERD IN A SHEEPSKIN VEST"
BILL CALLAHAN 




“Well, the past has always lied to me/The past has never given me anything but the blues”

“There was blood when you were born and the blood was wiped from your eyes/This must be the light you saw that just left you screaming/And this must be the light you saw before our eyes could disguise true meaning/And this must be the light you saw just as you were leaving.”


"THE BALLAD OF THE HULK"
BILL CALLAHAN 




Well, I've been looking back
At the old whales
Over my shoulders
Like salt or sugar
Well, I'm just talking about the old days
Groundwork or footwork
Well, after this next song we'll get moving along
Out of this vein
It's called "The Ballad of the Hulk"
You know I used to share a tailor
With David Bruce Banner
That's the Hulk
Traveling jackets and traveling bags
Future rags
And shoes good for walking highways
But never quite far enough away
To see how good and easy it could be
If I just got angry
But I never got angry
Maybe I should have
I could have cleared some things away
In those old Bill Bixby days
The master of reiki he
Waved his hands over me
And said I eat too much steak
And hold on too long to ancient takes
And both are so hard
On my heart
Oh, I try to be a good person
I wonder if it's annoying
Or worth pursuing
And pursuing
And pursuing
Down highways
At the risk of the road
 

dissabte, 15 de juny del 2019

"NEED IT JUST A LITTLE"
FRUIT BATS



All the flowers in the meadows, and all the salt in the sea
Tripped over three shadows all the way to Tennessee
Pushed out by the hand of man, and carried by the lovely trades
From the lucky Jack of Diamonds to the deadly Ace of Spades

And you need it in the middle, when the needles in the red
And it needles just a little with a buzzing in the head
And you need it just a little, and it's more than you can take
Like a baby in the middle of a many layered cake

Killed by sugar, killed by sparrows, fog wouldn't let 'em through
And they tipped all of their arrows with poison drops of dew
And you need it in the middle, when the needles in the red
And it needles just a little with a buzzing in the head

And you need it just a little, and it's more than you can take
And it's more than you can fathom, and it's more than you can fake
And you need it just a little, and it's more than you can say
A canary in the coal mine, meets the needle in the hay

"FILTHY WATER"
FRUIT BATS 



 Icebergs are scraping big holes across the bottoms
Of luxury liners across the crooked seas.
Mantises are praying in the dirt in fields of garlic.
Ooh, filthy water.
Purple mountains and golden hills and silver boulders,
Where wagon ruts fill up with water that rolls away.
The thought of the distance is a big old weight off your shoulders.
Ooh, filthy water.
Honeycombs drip with royal jelly up in the tall pines.
The stinger digs in & it burns like a forest fire.
Suck out the poison with your mouth you're sure to be fine.
Ooh, filthy water.